Anacrusis Lyrics

Anacrusis Lyrics

"Present Tense Lyrics"

Don't Need You Lyrics
Don't need you to say we're cute Don't need you to say we're alright Don't need your atti-fuckin-tude boy Don't need no kiss goodnight We Don't need you, We don't need you Us girls,

[lyrics by K. Nardi/except*]

Twisting the images
Watching them grow
Into what they are not
Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real

The path I fell onto
Of tears wades through
Await the demise
In sorry disguise from the things that I feel

Time does not exist
The days as thin as mist
Deep within my eyes
There is a heart that died long ago

What
In The Air Lyrics
Everyone has their love stories to talk about so here is mine packaged real neatly and delivered I just cant get my head out of the clouds cause I? floating around I? just dreaming I just can
is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall

These clouds can pass no light
Just silhouettes of tired life
Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth

Endurance and patience lost
From fighting this holocaust
Destroying within and eating its w
Tribal Lyrics
I'm standing for someone or something I read it in the papers. I still remember I heard it on the radio. CHORUS: I'm a slogan, an old story, A disease, never again. I d
ay from the core

Time does not exist
These days are meaningless
Deep within my eyes
There is a heart that died long ago

What is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall

*Forgive this heart
Long stagnant with its blood
For it is here, within my suffe
Bathomet's Meteor Lyrics
He came from the heavens On a mission from Hell Androgynous lord of Void Master craftsman from the stars The split of the Atom Compressed in a sphere A powerful weapon Gifted to t
ring
That these, the altars of the soul have creaked
Suffering Hour...
Suffering Hour...
Suffering Hour...
My darkest hour is now

What is it going to take to get through to you?
To open your fear-blinded eyes?
Because there was this fear that would tear at me
That by our own hands we would fall

[* Taken from 'THE SUFFERING HOUR', a poem by TOM D. LISKEY]